I’m going to spend every night this week cleaning some part of the house, whether it’s vacuuming the living room, wiping down the bathroom, even sweeping the front porch!

I’m also going to buy real groceries and make actual meals. WATCH OUT.

You can also count on at least two more blogs this week — whether you want ’em or not, suckas. I need to get back to setting real goals and hold myself accountable. Playing fast and loose with this passion project has done little for my resolve.

And I realize all these next steps sound cool, but the actions don’t mean squat if I don’t pay even the tiniest attention to my attitude in the process.

However physical my laziness may seem, it’s all a product of what’s going on in my brain. Feeling sad, hopeless, defeated, what have you — it’s been easy to come by the last few months.

Whether you’re fretting over natural disasters, political dealings or a deadly combination of both, it’s going to take a toll. Combine that with the daily brainpower required to do your job and just be a human, and my zombie-like evenings make plenty of sense.

But that’s why working out and cleaning and other mindlessly productive tasks are SO IMPORTANT. They’re the escape.

So here I am, reminding myself to escape. Every day. Not just for my own benefit, but for the good of everyone around me.

If you’re in a rut of your own, or just interested in a change of pace, let me know. We can push each other to do great things. Likely by kindly texting one another to get stop being a piece of junk.